Netherlands can't stop grinning to himself. For some unknown reason, Switzerland isn't at the World Meeting today, (a cold, probably, but at the height of summer?) and America basically screwed around with the seating order due to an insane idea to play musical chairs before the meeting so he's now sitting next to Liechtenstein... Who's dressed in a strange, flirty looking white summer dress. Netherlands' eyes can't stop looking at her curves as Germany goes on and on about something he doesn't really care for and about an hour later of sneaking looks at her, his hand wanders underneath the table. Finding her legs slightly parted, he does his best to keep a straight face as his hand creeps upwards. When his cold fingertips come into contact with her scorching hot flesh, his jaw almost drops because she's not wearing any panties. Taking a deep breath, he runs his fingers along her slit and observes Liechtenstein from the corner of his eye.
Liechtenstein's eyes are widened and she's about to turn to glare at Netherlands when his finger slips into her. She freezes when he presses his fingertip against the hard nub at the apex of her folds and when he starts rubbing his fingertip against it, her grip on her pencil tightens, doing her best to control herself so as not to moan.
Netherlands continues with his ministrations, paying more attention to the underside of the swollen bundle of nerves, which is yet another sensitive spot of Liechtenstein's, as he discovers. Her legs are closed tight around his hand and he does his best not to smirk as he nods absentmindedly to whatever Germany is saying, continuing with his ministrations. His hand moves lower and upon finding her entrance, bit by bit, he slides his finger into her tight, wet heat but this time, she doesn't close her legs tight around his hand again, but spreads it a little.
He moves his finger upwards a little and he feels her inner walls contract around her finger as she squirms in her seat. "Shh," he whispers under his breath as Liechtenstein bites her lip hard, trying not to moan when he starts to move his finger in her while teasing her tiny, erect mound at the same time. He scrapes thumbnail against the hardened, sensitive nub, causing her grip on her pencil to tighten so much that he thinks its a miracle its still in one piece. He withdraws his finger, only to put it in again just as he's taken it out halfway, teasing her and she bites down on her lip again to stop herself from moaning.
Netherlands moves his hand so that the coarse pad of his thumb reaches up to graze the underside of her quivering nub, causing her to moan involuntarily. She's unbelievably tight and he works his finger and his thumb so she relaxes a little as he prepares to slide in another finger. Finland, who's sitting next to her raises an eyebrow and she shakes her head furiously and turns to concentrate on looking at Germany, so he returns to taking down notes.
Netherland's fingers resume their movements after Finland looks away. For a moment, he thought he was going to be caught in the act but now that the moment of danger has passed, he increases the speed of the stroking of his thumb with vigour. He feels her entire body tense up as he add a third finger. Her thighs are closed tight around his wrist and he know she's at her limit when he flicks his thumb hard against her swollen nub.
Liechtenstein's breathing is harsh and her cheeks are flushed a sweet cherry red and when he thrusts his fingers hard and fast into her, the delicious tension building up inside her unravels and she goes limp against the table. He catches her before she falls against it and stands up, hiding his hand from the rest of the nations at the meeting.
"What's wrong?" Germany stops talking and the nations turn to look at him.
"I think Liechtenstein's feeling a little unwell, I'll bring her out for a bit," Netherlands announces and proceeds to carry Liechtenstein, bridal style.
Murmuring breaks out in the room and Germany nods. America offers to help but Netherlands does his best to refuse politely as he brings Liechtenstein out, trembling in his arms.
Once the doors are closed behind them, Netherlands tips Liechtenstein's chin upwards to looks up at him. "You naughty girl," he smirks. "You came prepared for this, didn't you?" his eyes gleam with the double meaning of the words.
Liechtenstein's cheeks flush darker as she grabs him by the wrist, dragging him in the direction of the washroom.